英语阅读 一个小时的故事
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open the door! I beg; open the door-you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake
open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of
days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had
thought with a shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her
eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together
they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained,
composedly carrying his gripsack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even
know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him
from the view of his wife.
But Richards was too late.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease-of joy that kills.